“That is a huge cocksucker,” says Henchman 48 in awe.
Henchman 97 lifts the long gatling from its crate. “Comes with a harness, too. You actually hold it under your arm–”
“All my dad ever got,” says 48, “was an Uzi.”
“The rat-with-wings got a bulletproof cape, didn’t he? So we got depleted uranium. He cut those up with the little boomerangs, we got EMP guns, he went poly-camo.” 97 snaps on the eyepiece. “And now we got infrared…”
“Yeah, well, you know who wins an arms race.” 48 strokes the steel of his own gatling. “The arms.”